“You…” The man couldn’t seem to find any words for a few seconds. “Get your fat ass back in the truck, back with the puke where you belong.” He pressed the barrel of the gun into Avery’s stomach and c****d the gun. “Now.”
Avery put his hands up in submission and turned to climb into the back of the truck once more. He tried to move slowly, so that Miranda would have more time to run away.
Avery grunted as the man hit him in the small of his back with the gun. “Move it; I’m smarter than you think.”
Avery climbed into the truck. The man grabbed the rope and tied Avery’s ankles together. He slapped a piece of duct tape across Avery’s mouth. “Don’t try anything,” the man whispered, “or you’re both dead.” Avery barely missed the topper door coming down on his head.
He lay back and tried to
